#bed tray

[thegikitiki]

Bedroom Decor, 1981

[vintagehomecollection]

At Home With Japanese Design: Accents, Structure and Spirit, 1990

[obsob]

tell me why I've gotten hate messages for not letting my cat sleep w me at night . shall we call the RSPCA . shall we call the police. shall we bring back the guillotine just for me . relax

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

wolfstarbucks (lesbian edition) // slice of life

dont ask me about a word count I wrote this on my phone in tumblr drafts 😬 few hundred words?

“They’re out of the good coffee.”

“No Bustelo?”

“No Bustelo.”

There was grumbling on the other end of the line, a few rustling noises, a murmured conversation to someone in the background, and then, “what else do they have?”

Jamie cast a glance down the length of the aisle, scanning the shelves of ground coffee. “Starbucks, Green Mountain, Dunkin, Death Wish, Lavazza…”

A few more seconds of muffled conversation, and then Sirius said, “Death Wish. The hazelnut one, if they have it.”

“M’kay.”

“And Remus is out of her chamomile. And earl gray.”

“Already on my list.”

“Can I go back to bed now?”

Jamie had left to go grocery shopping at seven that morning, and had had to unwind herself from Sirius and Remus, who made absolutely pitiful noises when their sleep-in was disrupted by the mattress wobbling and their nest of blankets being distressed. Jamie calling them less than an hour later would be strike two against her disrupting their peace. “Yeah, go back to bed.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more!”

The chipper tone earned Jamie a sleepy grunt before Sirius hung up, and she tucked her phone back in her pocket with a soft laugh.

She was done shopping by nine, her last stop being at their favorite local bakery, and then she was slipping back into the apartment with bag-laden arms. It was still quiet, the morning sun filtering in through the open windows, the bedroom door still closed from when she’d eased it shut on her way out earlier.

Earbuds in and bags unloaded, Jamie set herself to her usual Saturday morning routine. Step 1: caffeinate. Step 2: make food and caffeinated beverages for everyone else. Step 3: use said food and caffeinated beverages to coax two very sleepy girls out of bed.

She’d set out Remus’ cream horn and Sirius’ chocolate croissant on a tray alongside plates of actual food (with nutritional value, because her girls weren’t very mindful of that when left to their own devices), when she heard the soft click of the door opening over the song fading out in her ear. She pulled an earbud out and looked over her shoulder.

“Breakfast?” Remus said, voice still thick with sleep. She had a hickey that hadn’t been there when Jamie left. Her eyes were only half open behind her glasses, and the curls on one side of her head were flattened, while the other side poofed out at odd angles.

“Drinks are almost ready.” Jamie nodded to where Remus’ tea was steeping, and the coffee dripping lazily from the machine into Sirius’ mug. “Food is set, if you want it.”

“Tea first,” Remus grunted, shuffling up to the counter where Jamie stood. She accepted a quick peck on the lips before turning to squint at her mug as she wrapped an arm around Jamie’s waist. “Thank you.”

Jamie hummed, pressed another kiss to Remus’ temple, then gently slipped out of her hold to tend to Sirius’ mug, now full of chocolate hazelnut flavored coffee. Remus rummaged through the cabinets for honey, and Jamie dug Sirius’ preferred oat milk creamer out of the fridge.

“What are the odds Sirius will join us out here for breakfast?” Jamie asked. Remus snorted.

“Her highness has requested breakfast in bed.”

“Naturally.”

“And due penance for waking her up twice.”

“Of course.” Jamie cracked her jaw, and rolled her wrists absentmindedly before picking up the tray now laden with food and Sirius’ coffee mug, Remus’ mug still cradled in hand, Jamie’s own coffee long since finished. “Shall we?”

Remus cast a glance around the kitchen, then plucked a single flower out of the vase that sat on the windowsill above the sink and tossed it on the tray. “Okay.”

“Suck-up.”

“You’re the one who needs to suck up. I’m helping.”

Remus nudged the door to the bedroom open, and Jamie slid through with the tray carefully balanced on both hands. Sirius was sprawled out on her back in the middle of the bed, no shirt, in a pair of boxers that Jamie recognized as her own. She lifted her head when she heard the door, and they waited as she assessed the tray of food. She propped herself up on her elbows and narrowed her eyes before holding out a hand palm up, making a grabbing motion. “Pay up.”

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Yooooooooooo look at the size of this horchata cup the Taco Truck gave me??? I do NOT have small hands I PROMISE I am KNOWN for my long piano fingers and large palms and I am barely grasping this bitch

[ainawgsd]

Guess who shampooed the couch today!

[deadlydelicious]

how did it take me like 5 watch-throughs to realize Lucy's favourite colour is orange?

[leclerced]

haven’t seen my apple pencil in weeks … i dont know where the fuck it WENT

[life-spire]

[piperjistic]

Mushroom Soup

Vivica + Toni

They laid in silence on the bed. Only their breathing and distant buzz of the kingdom were audible.

It was hard to reel in the thistles. The second they sense someone new with a lot of magic flittering around then here comes a congregation that rowdies them up. And then

Lastly, the dreaded paperwork, the kind where the queen couldn’t even doodle on.

“Drink?” Vivica offers, swishing two wine glasses into her hand and smiling softly. Toni nods, clapping a bottle of white wine into his hands, returning the smile. “Drink.”

They sit up, Toni pours the clear yellow liquid into the glasses, they splash around before settling. “Cheers.” They tap their glasses together and take their sips.

The wine rolled down their throats

Vivica clears her throat, sitting up on her elbows. “It’s funny isn’t it?”

He quirks his brow. “What is?”

“That we got here and how much we accomplished, isn’t it Toni?”

He thought about, rolling through the various milestones in their mind. “It’s more apiring than funny.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I always do.”

“I don’t knowwww~” Vivica teases. Toni shrugs with a smile, rolling the last drop of line in his glass. “Guess I’m unfit to be your advisor.”

“Oh noooo. Out then Toni! You are offficaillylyly removed from the position of my advisor.” She shoves him. They both howl with laughter.

“It’s been a while since we had a moment like this, hasn’t it?”

“Indeed my queen, indeed.” To lay on her bed, giggling and snacking about nothing. Or at least something that wasn’t strictly work based. The last time was…. When they were kids. That day was rainy, puddles growing under every step and they decided to go under a bridge to play in mud. Vivica refused to let go of the frogs hugged in her arms, saying she rescued them and they would be the perfect guests and can provide everyone with “perspective” they were all missing. Besides leaping, ribbiting, laying eggs, camouflaging and hiding in mud.

Frogs are the signal for change or need for change. She was right then…. She was brilliant— she still is brilliant. Toni now would agree with then Toni’s agreement to whatever Vivica was declaring in that muddy shelter.

When they got back, they-

“You know, what? I want mushroom soup.”

“Now? At this time of night?”

“Yes, and I think some stars can help us too.”

She glides off the bed, already dusting her old dress into a different one, ready for mud and rocks and sticks and whatever else they find.

“It’ll be like old times.” She lets down her hair from her long cap. It drapes the floor. Toni shifts towards her. “We run into the garden’s mud, pluck them, come back here dirty, and make soup on the bed. It’s better when we do it and we do it-“ Enveloping Toni’s hands. “-together.”

She squeezes them with a toothy smile.

He swoons. He couldn’t help it. Call him weak, but who could resist the childlike wonder in her eyes? No one. Especially while dragged from her room giggling.

- - -

As usual Vivica was right about it being like old times. Mud cakes their hair and hands. Even then, Toni sighs fondly as she throws her bounty on the bed giggling. “You should of let me bring those frogs and beetles along. They deserve some soup too.”

The elegant, opposing, dutiful queen of witches, revered for her power and wisdom, is now reduced to pouting.

He brushes hair and mud away from her face. “Enough of that.” He couldn’t hide his smile. “I’ll get the soup, you get the stars.”

She blows raspberries at him. “If it was anyone else, I would of gotten those frogs.”

Her advisor scoffs, joking. “As if anyone would take my place.”

“As if I would let anyone, my dear Toni.” She swipes mud from his face. Her hand linkers for a moment, enough to feel the heat rise to them, before waddling over to the balcony.

She had picked out shiitakes, chanterelles and morel. Well, he could say he chose chanterelles to enhance morel’s flavor and a twinge of fruit sweetness.

With wind, mushrooms, lemongrass, onion, garlic cloves, and thyme take flight above him in a circle.

He calls the fire over, shaping it until it was feathery and plump as a chicken. The fire rose above him, swirling into a steamy cloud, raining chicken broth and water into the cauldron. In the meantime, Toni rubs his hands together, string form in-between them and he shapes a triangle grid. The mushrooms fall in, perfectly cut as they entered the swirling cauldron. The spices follow after.

The cauldron boils itself and its contents. Toni couldn’t help but chuckle as he sprinkles salt, pepper and flour. They were like this. She’s like salt & pepper, while he’s flour. Exciting, spice, almost always welcomed, and versatile. While flour was basic, reliable, clingy, and expected.

Both nevertheless essential and methodical.

She would probably say underrated but that doesn’t matter. He had a duty to do, be with her no matter what. As an advisor, friend, and whatever else they entails.

Vivica was at the window, doing what she does best. Calling upon magic, whispering hopes and dreams into the sky to inspire the stars to come down. Whispers from the sky fluttered down and took shape of starry yeast, the soft crackle that stretched the bread into star shapes.

He could watch them do that… forever. Maybe in a different life she would be the best baker ever. And he would be there. That bread smells good. And so does this soup. Toni inhales the earthy aroma brimming from under his nose. He waves the broth cloud away.

It was almost done. Just needing the queen’s final touches and the whipping cream cubes.

Vivica trots over with her bounty of bread, letting them follow and whisper to her.

“My part is done, Vi. You’re up.” She nods, taking out white and yellow cubes of from her sleeve. Five cubes of whipping cream are tossed and stirred into the soup. The two carefully spread the cheese on the bread, letting it melt and entangle itself within the bread, hushing the whispers with a sizzle and pop. It was ready….

-•-•-•-

“From old, we make something new.” She offers him the first bowl.

“And I am honored.” He bows his head, but they plucks his forehead.

“Don’t do that Toni, I’m not your queen right now. Just your companion.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He sips the bowl.

The flavor, oh the flavor. Nutty and prominent yet a tangy citrus aftertaste before a satisfying meaty crunch between his teeth.

Why hasn’t he had this in years???? The spoon in the creamy delight, gathering a mushroom or two that bobs around in the metal’s embrace.

Toni sighs, pleased, the soup warms him to his core more than the fireplace could dream of. His queen hums in agreement. They sink into the curly duvet and silly pillows. The two scoot closer, shoulder to shoulder, a leg hanging over the other, her hair draped around him. “You blanket me better than the fire.”

“It’s only natural. You’re my advisor and most trusted companion.” She sips their own bowl. He wipes his mouth.

“And your best soup buddy?”

“And my best soup buddy.”

He kicks his feet a little, giddy. “Clarry would be so jealous to miss this.”

Vivica cheeses with him, taking a part of the cheesy bread. “Oh absolutely. If only she didn’t cancel our meeting earlier.”

“I suppose we can leave her a bowl in her capsule.” He shrugs, taking her half and dips it into the soup.

“Definitely.” Their grin curls into a smirk. “A little note too.” Toni gasps dramatically, hand over his mouth and everything.

“No need to be so devious.” He could see the glimmer in her eye, a chance to be mischievous is an opportunity to be seized.

She could only giggle, kicking her feet up.“But it’s so fun and wonderful.” Toni rolls his eyes playfully.

“Then I’ll indulge this one time.” Putting up a finger for emphasis. He looks away when she hugs his arm.

“You’re the best Toni, remember that.” He pats their head.

“I will, I will.” She sighs. He finishes his bread and takes another sip before grabbing her hand. Vivica squeezes his and they lay back together. The fire goes out and then ceiling glows warm and soft. She studies the ceiling, Toni studies her.

“Oh Morel, I love her and this mushroom soup.”

[kinglazrus]

Money can't buy you happiness but it can buy you a roller skate mug, little candy-themed dishes, and a tray to put them all on for snack time, and that's basically the same thing

[unhinged-soapbox]

Y'all ever woken up to a whole sword falling off the wall and breaking a jewelry dish?

I don't recommend it.

[creepy-scrawl]

I am so stressed bc I don't want to fail anybody.. and then.. I get heartbroken... Bc I know nobody thinks "I don't want to fail you" rn... I do feel alone... Nobody takes the same precautions and care I take for them... And the part that hurts the most Is that I don't think they even notice it in the first place...

[lilja4ever]

the day they invent a cutie princess baby angel bed tray.... World peace

[bevanne46]

I love a cute pin cushion but this idea is smart too (if you don't have little ones around): Use E-6000 and glue magnets on the bottom of an old glass saucer.

[piperjistic]

Kindle

(Po x Tigress, Tipo lmao)

It was midnight. Two warriors laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. An arm laid under the tiger, an arm laid on top of the panda. Neither stiff as they laid together and stared at the ceiling. The wind blew gently outside, yet nothing creaked. That was unusual, it meant age, but also that if something or someone was out of place, they wouldn’t immediately know… That can be fixed though after a month or two living here.

The barracks was nice and all for the years they’ve trained and still train at the jade palace, however it was cramp. Especially for the panda, but even more for the couple. Once they started sleeping together, it was hard to stop. I mean, why would you?

To have a big pudgy and soft panda that keeps one warm, that’s the perfect cuddle bud. It saved them during mountain missions, it protected him from most attacks, and definitely comforted whoever needed a hug. So for Tigress, it was truly perfect.

Her eyes flicker over to Po briefly, seeing him contemplatively staring at the ceiling. He inhales deeply. She turns her attention back up too. Like the rest of this place, it was marble dotted in swirls, golden dots and black strokes, mimicking dragons flying through the roaring clouds. It was a beautiful mural, fit for the dragon warrior yet not too distracting or pretentious. A mural of Po would be too much, especially with him smirking and members of the valley praising him. She shakes her head.

Tigress’s tail sways across the bed, feeling out the bed’s surface that was smooth and silky, free from holes, dents, or creases. When she slept in the cots, she would sleep on the side and allow her tail to find a crevice to lay in that lead to the rest hanging off. Now though? There was no such thing. She sighed. Is this anxiousness? Confusion? No, it was astonishment.

She was still processing this change. It was completely unexpected to her. To them. Even though this bed fitted both of them perfectly. Even though this was only natural for them to move to a room together. Especially with the Jade Palace and its grounds being renovated inside and out, years after Kai’s assault to remove Oogway from memory. Was this even possible? What would stop them? Who would stop them? This was never a possibility in their mind. Sure they loyally and fiercely defended the valley, yet that’s suppose to be a thankless (minus the fanclubs) and grueling job. This isn’t even mentioning that Po is the dragon warrior, he outranks almost all, even Shifu.

Speaking of which… Po clears his this throat, her face flickers over to him, he slowly turns to his side to fully face her. His voice low as if the walls were made of paper instead of marble, though wearing a small warm smile. Her chest flutters. “I can’t believe Shifu agreed to let us get a room together.”

Even Po’s still figuring out the math. Her mouth twitches up, she’s not alone.

She leans in on her side, feeling his breath on her nose. It was warm. Her hand slides, yet doesn’t leave his chest. Rather, it gently caresses that patch of fur through her paws. His breath smelt liked earthy matcha & sweet broth.

“I can’t believe he even heard you out.”Tigress bluntly states. She feels his chest rise and fall as his blue focuses on her, his hand on her shoulder pushed them closer. Space between their faces were less than a foot away. Her tail curled.

“Oh come on, was it that much of a bad idea?” She hums. He rolls his eyes and smirks, his fingers tiptoe up her arm. “Well, personally it wasn’t if a lil—“

“Tiger, not kitty, Po.” She eyes him sternly, gently but firmly swatting his hand. His smiles grows, she knows his tricks. The panda lets his hand gesture widely as he continues.

“Okay, it wasn’t if a lil’ tiger agreed with me.” She clears her throat.

“I only said it was optimal… and promised it would allow you to train better.” She squints her eyes, there goes that cheeky smile again.

“Just admit it Ti, you want to cuddle with this belly—“ He beats it, it jiggles. “Every night.” It was her turn to roll her eyes. She would never. “I mean, I know I would.”

“You’re so full of yourself Po.” Her paw pats his belly, he chuckles.

“Yeah, well, everyone besides you says otherwise.” His open hand wraps around her waist, pulling her even closer, leaving their faces inches apart.

“Well that’s because they don’t really know you like I do.” Her finger ever so gently taps his snout. It was her turn to grin cheekily. His eyes widen before he bellows in laughter skyward, kicking his feet. His voice reverberated across the walls of the nearly empty room, practically lighting the room too life. It takes a minute for him to calm down and catch his breath. Tigress watched fondly, heart fluttering. He rolls back over, grinning.

“Righttttt, like I didn’t train with the rest of the five for the same amount of years as you.” She shakes her head.

“Oh but you didn’t. You and I sparred, and to this day, you’ve lost to me the most.” She asserts, grin twisting in confidence.

“Oh really?” Her smirk grew, knowing he was corner.

“Who trained with you the longest?” Po ddi the only thing he could do, play dumb as he glanced back at the ceiling and tapped his chin.

“Mmmm……”

“Po.”

“Monkey?”

“Po.” She frowns, unamused.

“Okay Okay, you Ti. You. Always you.”Conceded the panda as he held his paw up in surrender.

“And if you add up all that time, I would probably be a year if not six months ahead of the rest. This is including missions.” She yawns, the warmth between them is getting to her.

“Oh wowww, using math on me now, are ya? So clever.” Po boops her snout. She manages to chuckle from under her scoff. Her tail curls over his leg.

He sighs, her laugh angelic. It wasn’t tight or forced, she was relaxed. The tail is a dead giveaway, but so were her half-lidded eyes and upright ears. Oh, and don’t forget this new hint he noticed lately, that when she stares at him, her amber eyes dilate. It was too cute. She was already super strong, clever, brave, attentive, diplomatic, decisive, reserved and elegant. And so much more!

And it was all his, well not literally but— he’s the only one that can see this side of her. The tough and stoic tiger kung-fu master lays wrapped in his arms, happily laughing and smiling. Who would of thought? His smile soft and loving, eyes filled with adoration.

“Tigress, I love you.” She blinks, taken back. She finds herself leaning back from their gentle embrace.

She blinks again. How could one say that so casually? That’s like tossing wood on a bonefire— No— Scratch that, tossing a tub of flame sticks on it. Her cheeks warm up, fur standing tall and muscles tight. This is an alarm. No, important. Very important. With the most important!

And yet, his eyes of sunny skies were gentle and half lidded. He was almost always relaxed, but this… Is too much… She spoke up, trying to not trip over her own words. She waited too long to respond—

“And I… love… you… Po.”

Tigress winces shamefully, immediately adverting her eyes down. It’s so hard to say. She’s never done it before…. in years…. When she was but a cub and just adopted by Shifu, or maybe she said something of equivalence. Regardless, she loves Po. More than anything. And here he is professing his love once again when its only them and no one to witness but each other… And she can’t even reciprocate it… Sputtering isn’t enough.

Her eyebrows were knitted together, ears flattened and a bigger frown than her stoic face ever would be. She even drew her paw away that played with his fur and her tail. It hurt Po to see it. He watches her eyes, as if he sees her thoughts spiraling in circles. No more.

She flinches as a soft paw of black envelopes her cheek, gaze lifted back to his concerned eyes. “Hey… Don’t beat yourself up. Take your time, my tiger lily. I can wait.”

“But—“

“No butts.” He engulfs her in the biggest panda hug he could muster. She couldn’t fight. She knew she couldn’t fight it. This is his expertise. She melts, chuffing. Her fur fluffs back down, tail sways before draping over his thigh. They lay there for what seems like an eternity. Though, he wasn’t done yet. He pulls back, grinning satisfied.

“Butts are for ducks.” Confusion spreads across her face. Po chortles before it’s interrupted with a yawn. He shifts, bringing his lips to her forehead and pressing firmly against her firm. Heat spread like wildfire throughout her body.

Instinctively to the foreign feeling, she tenses like cement… eyes wide. But… her tail doesn’t move form his thigh and she doesn’t pool away. Her face is probably flushed, her fur probably more coral than orange. Though either could tell. He pulls away, leaving her with his final murmur. “I’ll explain later….”

She only nods. The panda warrior doesn’t mind as he pulls her in close, chest to chest as he rubs his chin against her head. He settles, closing his eyes.

It was the opposite for Tigress for a few moments. However, she wasn’t ashamed or fearful as before. This was something she knew she didn’t have to reciprocate. If anything, in time, she’ll love to just receive and savor it.

She manages to inhale deeply, muscles relaxing and heart slowing once again. The heat within herself lingers comfortably. She smiles, chuckling to herself. The tiger warrior rubs her face against his soft fur. Every inch of her face rubs against his neck and shoulder, she couldn’t get enough. Then, Tigress buries her face with his shoulder, leaving her ears to peak out from the furry mass.

Someone once told her love was like a fire. It burned forever and brightly. It could wither, but it could also grow tenfold. Not just romantic, platonic too. Little fires sparkle inside her like the night sky. Shifu, Crane, Viper, Monkey, Mantis, even Mr.Ping, Li Shan, and little Lei Lei. They were her family.

And the other fire, the biggest fire of all, was self love. It sounded ridiculous for love to be described this way, but as time went on, it began to fit. So when it came back to herself…. She never considered her fire to burn brightly. She was proud of what she accomplished, her ability, her power. Though that’s what she was raised to be, a warrior first, a leader second and everything else last…

But then comes a goofy panda that believed in himself and other people; who became the grandmaster of kung fu and chi by being his true self and says other wise. Po wasn’t just a fire to her. He kept her warm on her darkest and coldest nights. She felt herself cheesing into his luscious white fur. Po was her kindle that blazed her the most.